Oh, delightful! I'd like to dedicate this day to the wonderful man that I share my life with, Alouei, who was slaughtered by a vampire a few years ago, painstakingly pieced together and resurrected, came back as a bloodthirsty zombie, was killed again, and was finally restored to glorious life as the distressingly optimistic porpoise-like creature that we all know today.
I'd also like to dedicate it to the troubling individual that I unwillingly cohabit with, Molokha, who kindly reassembled me out of a skeleton and assorted barnyard animal parts when I accidentally broke my phylactery and my insides exploded into a self-devouring mass of cancerous flesh. Thanks must also be given to the numerous Britannians who assisted him in this task.
And finally, I'd like to dedicate it to myself, because I'm an undead monstrosity who should not be.